“Can’t be my consort? How about being my favored one?”
“I refuse.”
“If you agree, I promise, you’ll be my only favored one, all my affection will be solely for you.”
“Aren’t you afraid the Empress’ Husband will find out? It might harm your relationship.”
“Don’t worry, if it were anyone else, it wouldn’t be possible. But if it’s you, the Empress’ Husband has no objections.”
After spending half the afternoon, Meng Qingzhou finally finished his tasks and had lunch with the Empress, then strolled in the back garden.
During this time, the Empress never gave up, constantly teasing and tempting him, even bluntly saying she wanted to cuckold the Empress’ Husband.
To this, Meng Qingzhou was almost numb, neither angry nor bothered to say much, responding briefly.
Thinking back to the statues in the central square of the palace, he found it somewhat ironic.
“The Empress’ Husband thinks so highly of me? To win me over, he doesn’t mind accepting another man. The imperial family is indeed twisted.”
Meng Qingzhou shrugged, feeling speechless.
“Take your time to think about it. Let’s go, it’s getting late. I need to go back and cultivate. You come and guard me, don’t leave my side.”
“Alright.”
Before the great battle, the Empress rarely had the time to relax, but after strolling for just half an hour, she got back to business.
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The two returned to the Minister’s Office. The Empress skillfully pushed open a bookshelf, revealing a hidden passage leading underground.
Two rows of ever-burning lamps were lit on both sides of the passage. Each floor tile was made of top-grade spirit stones, and the walls were made of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual jade marrow, inlaid with patterns everywhere. This was an Emperor Grade Spirit Gathering Array.
The air in the entire underground space was exceptionally rich in spiritual energy, visible to the naked eye, even condensing into milky white mist. Any cultivator who came here, even if only for a moment, would see a significant increase in their cultivation level. Ordinary people who entered and took a deep breath would extend their lifespan.
“So extravagant.” Meng Qingzhou couldn’t help but sigh at his poverty.
He used to be quite wealthy, but yesterday he donated all his unused resources, now he was penniless.
“This is nothing. The real treasures are in the inner bedroom.”
The Empress led the way, her graceful figure swaying, her cold voice echoing in the empty underground space.
The passage was narrow, about several hundred meters long, bypassing numerous traps, finally arriving at a bedroom of about thirty to forty square meters.
Meng Qingzhou reached out to touch, measuring the space with his legs.
The bedroom layout was simple, a bed, an oil lamp, a meditation cushion, a row of weapon boxes, and a few books.
“An Emperor Grade Yin-Yang Spring, constantly emitting the essence of Yin and Yang. It’s said that a great divine power wielder encountered a strange Yin-Yang Reversal Tribulation during his tribulation crossing. Fortunately, he was strong and passed it safely, then took this Yin-Yang Spring from the depths of the tribulation. Meditating beside it can lead to the comprehension of Yin-Yang principles.”
“A bed made of Immortal Grade Peak Longevity Jade, said to help cultivators find and fill gaps in their cultivation, repair hidden injuries, calm the mind, and prevent inner demons, ensuring they never go mad.”
“Whale oil refined by the Dragon Whale King of the Morning Glow Realm, its grade is hard to distinguish. The wick is taken from the eternal incense of the first temple from ten thousand years ago: the Hanging Temple. Lighting the wick produces a continuous Zen sound, aiding in enlightenment.”
“The meditation cushion… seems to be left by a Great Being… no, it actually has principles left behind!? After death, the great way does not perish, principles remain in the world. This is the mark of a Sky-Reaching Realm powerhouse, left behind by a Sky-Reaching Realm supreme being.”
Meng Qingzhou exclaimed repeatedly, even wanting to curse: Damn rich people.
Such a small room, hiding so many treasures, how terrifying.
Dongfang Liuli sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, resting her chin on her hand, looking at Meng Qingzhou with great interest.
Hehe, I just love your poor, inexperienced look.
The Empress, who had lost her imperial dignity, finally felt proud.
“Do you like it? As long as you follow me, you can take any treasure you fancy.”
“Everything in this room, including me…”
“Can be yours.”
The Empress said seductively, like a bewitching voice, entering Meng Qingzhou’s ears. Such blatant words made him almost lose control.
He had to silently recite the calming mantra more than ten times before barely regaining his composure.
“Your Majesty, please start cultivating. I’ll guard you here.” Meng Qingzhou actually felt a bit unsure inside, but his face remained calm, pretending to be impatient.
“So stubborn, but I like it. Sooner or later, you’ll succumb to my charms.” The Empress smiled faintly.
Meng Qingzhou’s expression grew colder, indicating his growing lack of confidence, and he said:
“Your Majesty, you’re so skilled at this, have you said this to many men?”
Bah! Scoundrel!
The Empress’ pretty face changed slightly.
Everything else was fine, but this point absolutely couldn’t be misunderstood.
Otherwise, if Meng Qingzhou labeled her as promiscuous in his heart, no matter how much she tried later, it would all be in vain.
“Meng Qingzhou!”
“In your heart, am I so unworthy?!”
“Among the countless beings in this world, those who catch my eye are fewer than a handful. You being valued by me means you are exceptional. Don’t take my favor as worthless.”
The Empress’ aura was overwhelming, her phoenix eyes filled with anger.
“You’re right, you’re not that kind of person.” Meng Qingzhou thought for a moment, then nodded sincerely.
The Empress was proud all her life, an undisputed eternal king, a naturally born emperor.
Some beings are born gods, and some are destined to be emperors from birth.
The Empress was the latter, how could such a person be viewed with mundane eyes.
So…
Is Your Majesty serious?
Meng Qingzhou felt a headache, rubbing his temples, he lifted his robe and sat directly on the ground, placing the Cicada Song sword disguised as a blind staff on his legs.
“Little Meng, who told you to sit on the ground?” The Empress was very satisfied with Meng Qingzhou’s attitude, so she didn’t pursue it further. Seeing him avoiding her like the plague, she lightly tapped the bed made of Longevity Jade.
“Outside, within three meters. Inside, within one meter.”
“You need to sit beside me.”
Helpless, Meng Qingzhou had to comply, having no choice since his wife was still in Fengming Pavilion.
Seeing Meng Qingzhou climb onto the bed, sitting side by side with her, less than thirty centimeters apart.
“Ahem, I… caught a cold, feeling a bit chilly…” The Empress pretended to cough, not waiting for the fool beside her to speak, she moved her delicate body closer, reducing the distance to less than five centimeters, almost shoulder to shoulder.
“Hey?” Meng Qingzhou reminded.
The Empress immediately raised her voice, sternly saying: “Meng Qingzhou, remember your duty as a close guard. I said I caught a cold, do you want to see me cough to death on the bed?”
Meng Qingzhou felt speechless: “So, wouldn’t it be better if I held you while you cultivate?”
Hearing this, the Empress actually pondered seriously, then nodded earnestly: “Alright!”
“Your suggestion is approved.”
Meng Qingzhou: ?!
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